I’m feeling really uncomfortable because my husband’s cousin, who I find a bit unsettling, is staying with us, and I don’t know how to deal with it. It’s been a few days now since he arrived, and each one has left me with a growing sense of unease that I can’t shake. On the surface, he seems like an ordinary guest, polite and quiet, but there’s something about him that just doesn’t sit right with me.

When he first walked in, I tried to push any negative feelings aside, thinking I was being overly sensitive. After all, he’s family, and we’ve seen him at family events over the years. He’s always been a little reserved, but I chalked it up to his personality. But now, with him staying in our house, I’ve begun noticing things that make me uncomfortable. He doesn’t seem to respect boundaries. He lingers in rooms longer than necessary, sometimes without saying much, and his eyes often follow me around in a way that feels unsettling. It’s subtle, but it’s there—like he’s always watching me when I least expect it.

Even small things seem to bother me. He’ll hover near me when I’m doing tasks, offering suggestions that feel more like intrusions than helpful advice. He’ll sometimes stand too close when we talk, brushing against me in a way that doesn’t seem accidental. And when he speaks to me, there’s an intensity in his tone that makes me want to shrink back, even though he’s never outright said anything inappropriate. It’s not the words, it’s the way he says them, as though he’s trying to read something deeper in me than just casual conversation.

The hardest part is that my husband seems completely unaware of it. He thinks I’m just being dramatic or paranoid, dismissing my discomfort whenever I bring it up. I don’t want to make him feel like I’m accusing his family of something without cause, but my instincts are telling me something’s not right. I don’t know if I’m overreacting or if I should trust my gut, but it’s becoming harder to ignore these feelings.

Every time I’m alone in the house with his cousin, I feel this tight knot in my stomach, unsure of what to do. Do I address this with him directly? Do I tell my husband again, even though he’s brushed off my concerns before? Or do I try to just ride it out until he leaves, hoping that things will go back to normal once he’s gone? The uncertainty is eating away at me, and I can’t seem to find any peace while he’s here. All I want is for the situation to end, but I feel trapped between trying to keep the peace and trusting my own discomfort.